Hong Kong Museum of Art
Hong Kong Museum of Art was very near our hotel so that’s where I went for Day 3. I was alone (as usual) and I got a bit lost on the way to the museum because I missed the underpass (I didn’t see the sign). Hence, I ended up taking the long cut. No worries, though, I enjoyed walking alone in a foreign city on a rainy Saturday morning.
June’s featured artist is renowned sculptor Ju Ming and welcoming you in the entrance are samples of his artworks.
Facade wall of Hong Kong Museum of Art. The entrance was HK$20 which is roughly Php180. You go buy your tickets at the ticket counter on the ground floor and then you take the escalator to the museum’s entrance on the second floor.
My view from the escalator. Hehe.
some numerous artworks that caught my eye
Chinese woman. For some reason, I felt a sense of kinship when I saw her. We all have Chinese blood deep down, don’t we?
There’s a section that featured modern art depicting everyday scenes in the city. They’re so cute and reminded me so much of a field trip in preschool when we went to Museong Pambata. Happy times!
New kids on the block. My Kuya looks like the one in the middle!
Mommy? :) But I bet my mom’s a better cook. And she’s prettier too! ;)
A yuppie in the city. Blurred talaga yung shot kasi nagmamadali si kuya!
And then I went to this section where they feature contemporary artists of Hong Kong. Can you guess what the photos below are? They’re compact, standalone stores. I’m guessing they’re just a bit bigger than your average telephone booth. I like them.
Hong Kong sabong
An aerial view of a building’s rooftop. It’s so scattered and cluttered and I really like it.
Probably the only artist’s profile I actually got to photograph
Beside his artworks was a video showing his process. It was home-based and it involved a lot of tearing things apart, spitting toothbrush remnants on paper, and letting things dry under the sun. Grabe, sobrang labo ng description ko. Here’s a sample of his radical artwork.
~Commercial~ With all that chaos behind me, how could I resist taking a mirror selfie?
For some reason this reminded me of The Grudge
Dimsum and noodles
In this dark room, you get to write your own poetry (in Chinese of course) and see it project right in front of you. Basically you pick your choice of words from the menu and see it get projected. I tried it but I bet the poem I made didn’t make sense because I chose the words at random as I couldn’t understand the no matter how hard I tried.
I looked out the huge window of the museum and this view said hello to me. Hayy. Even with the gloomy sky, it’s still so cinematic and beautiful.
The view is an artwork in itself.
A separate section of the museum was devoted for Ju Ming’s exhibit. Sculptures are so exquisite. You literally make them from scratch. Turning something raw into something so detailed and tangible is nothing less than a miracle, if I may say.
Mr. Bean, is that you? :)
The skirt series. The irony is that even with the inherent hardness and stiffness of a sculpture, you kind of sense the movement and flow of these skirted masterpieces.
Look at these lovely women of steel! They’re swimmers!
What a diva
My day at the museum was definitely one for the books. So much beauty for the eyes and the soul.
I felt like a renewed person after. :)